These are a few of the Post Its I found while cleaning off my desk today.  I do this, scribble furiously when a snippet comes to me, tuck it way to be expounded on later.  I’m not in the mood to expound and to be honest the stories behind each are probably better left untold.  The theme in the pile I gathered today appears to be boys.  These are three very different boys, and I have to love them for very different reasons.

• He told me this was a night I would never forget.  I knew he was right.  Sometimes you have these moments, even as you’re living them you know they’ll never fade.  Years later and I still know there was a twin bed, The Dreaming Tree, and an earthquake we didn’t feel because we were too busy falling in love.

• How I Know That You Love Me:  When I crawl back onto the couch we’ve been forced to share I’m shivering.  You know I’m always cold.   Without a word you pull the extra blanket off the back of the couch tightly around me.  You settle in next to me to wait for morning and mash your warm feet on top of my ice cold ones. 

• When the phone rings I think I know exactly what he’s going to say.  Boys are forever surprising me.  Why is he apologizing?  He’s right, things did get a bit inappropriate, but I’m not bothered by it.  Isn’t that his point?  He accepts that he doesn’t need to apologize for my sake and still offers to be “better” next time.  We both laugh trying to picture what “better” is going to look like from him.